The poetry and meditations of Pope John Paul II appear below on this page, along
with biographical information that reveals his development as an actor and as a
writer.

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Karol Jozef Wojtyla was an unknown Polish poet long before he became known to
the world as Pope John Paul II. Some of the poems below were written when
he was in his twenties. Others were written while he was a parish priest and
auxiliary bishop of Kraków, during which time his work appeared in Polish
journals under the pseudonym Andrzej Jawien. His poetry was later collected and
published in The Place Within — The Poetry of Pope John Paul II, with
translations and notes by Jerzy Peterkiewicz.

"From dust you came, and to dust you shall return";
What had shape is now shapeless.
What was alive is now dead.
What was beautiful is now the ugliness of decay. And yet I do not altogether
die,
what is indestructible in me remains!…
What is imperishable in me
now stands face to face before Him Who Is!
—From "Meditations on the Book of Genesis: At the Threshold of the
Sistine Chapel"

Wojtyla was born in Wadowice, in an apartment that looked out on the
Church of Our Lady where he would later serve as an altar boy. His birthday was May 18, 1920, an auspicious day for modern Poles, now
known as "the Polish Miracle." On that day, Marshal Jozef Pilsudski won a major
battle and seized Kiev from the Soviet Union. It was Poland's first major
military victory in over two centuries. Wojtyla's middle name was chosen by his
father in honor of Jozef Pilsudski.

It is here, beneath this wondrous Sistine profusion of color
that the Cardinals assemble —
the community responsible for the legacy of the
keys of the Kingdom.
They come here, to this very place.
And once more Michelangelo wraps them in his vision.
"In him we live and move and have our being."
The colors of the Sistine will then speak the
word of the Lord:
Tu es Petrus (Mt 16:18) — once heard by Simon, son of John.
"To you I will give the keys of the Kingdom."
During the Conclave Michelangelo must teach them —
Do not forget: Omnia nuda et aperta sunt ante oculos Eius.
You who see all, point to him!
He will point him out … —From "Meditations on the Book of Genesis: At the Threshold of
the Sistine Chapel"

Known to family and friends as Lolek (a nickname that translates as
"Chuck"), the future John Paul II learned about
suffering at an early age when his mother died of heart and kidney problems in
1929, shortly before his ninth birthday.

Over this, your white grave
the flowers of life in white—
so many years without you—
how many have passed out of sight?
Over this your white grave
covered for years, there is a stir
in the air, something uplifting
and, like death, beyond comprehension.
Over this your white grave
oh, mother, can such loving cease?
for all his filial adoration
a prayer:
Give her eternal peace— —"Over This, Your White Grave"

The poem above and the one below, both written by the time he was twenty,
show the heart of a motherless young boy through the pen of talented poet.

Don't lower the wave of my heart,
it swells to your eyes, mother;
don't alter love, but bring the wave to me
in your translucent hands.
He asked for this.
I am John the fisherman. There isn't much
in me to love.
I feel I am still on that lake shore,
gravel crunching under my feet—
and, suddenly—Him.
You will embrace His mystery in me no more,
yet quietly I spread round your thoughts like myrtle.
And calling you Mother—His wish—
I beseech you: may this word
never grow less for you.
True, it's not easy to measure the meaning
of the words He breathed into us both
so that all earlier love in those words
should be concealed. —"John Beseeches Her"

When he was twelve, Wojtyla's brother Edmund, a 26-year-old physician in the
town of Bielsko, died of scarlet fever. Wojtyla himself had two brushes with
death as a youth. He was hit once by a streetcar and again by a truck. "The
pope's youth wasn't happy," Father Joseph Vandrisse, a former French
missionary and now a journalist, told TIME Magazine. "He has meditated a
lot on the meaning of suffering..."

As a young scholar, Karol Wojtyla "drank in the suffering Poland"
through literature and history. He loved the 19th century poets Slowacki and
Mickiewicz, "in whom the beauty and pain of Poland was so alive." He
memorized Slowacki's "The Slavic Pope," a prophetic poem (which proved
to be truly prophetic!) about a pope from the East who "will not flee the
sword ... Like God, he will bravely face the sword." [Readers of our Ronald
Reagan poetry page will find highly interesting instances of things
similarly prophetic: i.e., the Tampico double rainbow over Reagan's birthplace
the day before he was elected president, an actual prophecy made by George Otis,
and the parallels of Reagan's life to That Printer of Udell's by Harold
Bell Wright. It seems the Evil Empire never had a chance, and that there were
signs and miracles to that effect in the lives of a Polish Catholic pope and an
Irish Protestant president!]

Like
Ronald Reagan, Wojtyla was an actor. And a dark-haired, ruggedly handsome
actor at that, as his picture to the left attests. In the early 1930's, he met
Mieczyslaw Kotlarczyk, who would teach him (and isn't it an interesting
"method" for a future Pope!) "the Living Word," a style of
performance rooted in Polish songs and Polish poetry as sung and recited
after dinner in country manor houses. In Pope John Paul
II: The Life of Karol Wojtyla, Fr. Mieczyslaw Malinski recounts
that it was during this time that Wojtyla first came to the attention of the
Archbishop of Kraków, Adamo Stefano Sapieha. Sapieha was visiting his school and young Wojtyla
gave the welcoming speech. Impressed, Sapieha asked whether Karol intended to become a
priest. A priest replied that his interests seemed to lie with the theater,
"an answer which disappointed the archbishop!" To make matters
perhaps worse, Wojtyla later joined an
experimental theater group known as "Studio 38." His love of the theater
persisted, because later as a cardinal, he celebrated holidays with Krakow
actors.

So many grew round me, through me,
from my self, as it were.
I became a channel, unleashing a force
called man.
Did not the others crowding in, distort
the man that I am?
Being each of them, always imperfect,
myself to myself too near,
he who survives in me, can he ever
look at himself without fear? —"Actor"

In the fall of 1938, Wojtyla enrolled at
Kraków's Jagiellonian University, where his primary studies were literature and
philosophy.
However, the Nazi
invasion of Poland in 1939 changed everything, and Wojtyla was to write to
Kotlarczyk: "Now life is waiting in line for bread, scavenging for sugar, and
dreaming of coal and books." It is reported that Wojtyla was in church
for when Nazi bombs first fell on Poland, September 1, 1939. [If you look
closely at the first three digits of that date, 9-1-1939, you'll notice that
Poland suffered a calamitous 9-1-1 long before the United States lost its twin
towers.]

With mercury we measure pain
as we measure the heat of bodies and air;
but this is not how to discover our limits—
you think you are the center of things.
If you could only grasp that you are not:
the center is He,
and He, too, finds no love—-
why don't you see?
The human heart—what is it for?
Cosmic temperature. Heart. Mercury. —"Girl Disappointed in Love"

Wojtyla continued his studies until the Nazis
closed the university. The Nazis also closed libraries and only Germans were
allowed to attend plays and concerts. A Pole could be shot for going to the
theater. In
November of 1940 Wojtyla took a job as a stone-cutter at a quarry near
Kraków.

No, not just hands drooping with the hammer's weight,
not the taut torso, muscles shaping their own style,
but thought informing his work,
deep, knotted in wrinkles on his brow,
and over his head, joined in a sharp arc, shoulders and veins vaulted.
—"Material"

Around this time, he met a tailor, Jan Tyranowski, who introduced him
to St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross, "setting him
on a deeper spiritual path." And yet his passion for the theater remained undimmed: when Kotlarczyk came to Krakow in the summer of 1941, Wojtyla and his
friends helped him start the underground Rhapsodic Theater, at the risk of their
lives. Wojtyla wrote to his teacher and mentor that he wanted to build "a theater
that
will be a church where the national spirit will burn." The Rhapsodic Theater
"embraced the theatrical minimalism of long, static monologues and epic
poems." Wojtyla was also a budding playwright. At the age of 19 he had
penned a blank verse biblical trilogy of David, Job and Jeremiah. By the age of
21 he was translating Greek tragedies and compiling patriotic Polish poetry. In
addition to his more avant-garde work, Wojtyla also wrote a traditional play
called "Our God's Brother."

It is reported that once when Wojtyla was clandestinely reciting an hour-long
epic poem, Nazi megaphones began blaring forth news of a German victory, and he
simply shouted out the remainder of the poem over the megaphones.

To illustrate the inherent dangers of daring to perform under the pince-nezed
noses of the Nazis: members of the
Rhapsodic Theater were later deported to Auschwitz.

Wojtyla "had never been an actor so much as an intoner" and the
Rhapsodic Theater shed "all the clutter that gets between actors and their
lines. Plot, action, even emotion, amounted to little more than pleasant
diversions; the substance was all in what was spoken."

Wojtyla also joined Jan Tyranowski’s clandestine underground religious
circle, The Living Rosary.

In February of 1941, Wojtyla's father, a devout Catholic, died at the age of 61.
The pope has said that his father once told him, "I will not live long and
would like to be certain before I die that you will commit yourself to God's
service." Friends said that when his father died, Karol knelt for 12 hours
in prayer at his father's bedside. Soon thereafter, he withdrew from the theater
to study for the priesthood, a decision that surprised many of his friends, who
tried to convince him that his talent lay in the theater!

He later said, as pope, "At 20 I had already lost all the people I
loved."

Wojtyla was arrested
in 1942, but was released because of his job at the quarry, perhaps escaping
death because of the value of his muscle, even as others deemed "less
valuable" died around him.

He wasn't alone.
His muscles grew into the flesh of the crowd, energy their pulse,
As long as they held a hammer, as long as his feet felt the ground.
And a stone smashed his temples and cut through his heart's chamber.
They took his body and walked in a silent line
Toil still lingered about him, a sense of wrong.
They wore gray blouses, boots ankle-deep in mud.
In this, they showed the end.
How violently his time halted: the pointers on the low voltage dials jerked,
then dropped to zero again.
White stone now within him, eating into his being, taking over enough of him to
turn him into stone.
Who will lift up that stone, unfurl his thoughts again under the cracked
temples?
So plaster cracks on the wall.
They laid him down, his back on a sheet of gravel.
His wife came, worn out with worry; his son returned from school
Should his anger now flow into the anger of others?
It was maturing in him through his own truth and love
Should he be used by those who came after, deprived of substance, unique and
deeply his own?
The stones on the move again; a wagon bruising the flowers.
Again the electric current cuts deep into the walls.
But the man has taken with him the world's inner structure, where the greater
the anger, the higher the explosion of love. —"The Quarry"

Jagiellonian University reopened in 1942 and Wojtyla entered the faculty of theology with
the intention of becoming a priest. In 1944, he attended an underground seminary
at the residence of Archbishop Sapieha, who was soon to become Cardinal Sapieha. Around this time, Wojtyla was hit by a car while saving a man's
life. After the "liberation" of Kraków
by Soviet forces, Wojtyla completed his studies and in 1946 was ordained as a priest
by Cardinal Sapieha, in Sapieha's private chapel. In his book, "A Gift
and Mystery," published 50 years later when he was Pope John Paul II, he
said that he still feels a debt to friends who suffered "on the great altar
of history" during World War II, while he studied in Sapieha's clandestine
seminary.

The greatness of work is inside man.
—"Material"

Wojtyla began doctoral studies in philosophy in 1947 and earned his doctorate in
1948 (he wrote his dissertation on The Problem of Faith in the Works of St.
John of the Cross). He went on to earn a doctorate in moral theology from
Jagiellonian University. In 1954 Wojtyla accepted a non-tenured professorship at
the University of Lublin (the only Catholic university in the communist world) and would teach in various capacities for the
next 20 years. Catholic News Service reports that "As a young priest, he
was a favorite with students at Lublin University who flocked to his classes and
joined him on camping, hiking and canoeing trips." He also founded a service that dealt with marital problems,
including family planning, alcoholism and physical abuse. TIME Magazine
once called
it "perhaps the most successful marriage institute in Christianity."

He published more than 100 articles and several books, and in 1956 became a full
professor at the Institute of Ethics in Lublin. According to Catholic News
Service, "Father Wojtyla's interest in outdoor activities remained strong,
and younger companions called him 'the eternal teen-ager.' Groups of students
regularly joined him for hiking, skiing, bicycling, camping and kayaking,
accompanied by prayer, outdoor Masses and theological discussions."

His first book, Love and Responsibility, was published in 1958. It
advocated equality between married men and women and taught that sexuality
between married couples was good: close to if not radical ideas for the church
at the time. It was a bestseller.

Characteristically for the athletic, outdoors-loving Wojtyla, he was on a
kayaking trip in 1958 when, at age 38, he was made auxiliary bishop of Kraków,
the youngest bishop in Poland's history.

In 1960 Wojtyla returned fleetingly to playwriting with the "dense and
almost counterdramatic" play "The Jeweler's Shop." The play was
performed several times on Polish radio, then resurfaced in the 1980s as a movie
starring Burt Lancaster. Wojtyla, by then Pope John Paul II, received a
screenwriting credit. According to a reviewer, the play "grapples ... with
two of his chief concerns as Pontiff—how to articulate true goodness and how to
foster love. It is, it was, as the chorus councils in the first act: 'words and
hearts, words and hearts.'"

In 1963 he was
promoted to archbishop and in 1967 he became Cardinal Wojtyla, at a time when
the Polish Catholic church was being severely oppressed by Poland's communist
government. His appointment as cardinal by Pope Paul VI was welcomed by the
government, but only because he was woefully underestimated.

The Polish secret police, the UB, had not been worried at Wojtyla's promotion to
archbishop, considering him a poet and apolitical dreamer. In 1967, the UB (the
Polish secret police) analyzed Wojtyla as follows: "It can be said that
Wojtyla is one of the few intellectuals in the Polish Episcopate. He deftly
reconciles ... traditional popular religiosity with intellectual Catholicism ...
he has not, so far, engaged in open anti-state activity. It seems that politics
are his weaker suit; he is over-intellectualized ... He lacks organizing and
leadership qualities, and this is his weakness ..."

General WojciechJaruzelski, former secretary of the Polish Communist
Party, later admitted just how badly Wojtyla had been underestimated:
"My Communist colleagues decided that the Bishops ahead of Karol Wojtyla on
the list of candidates were not good for the state, so they pushed Karol
Wojtyla. The Holy Spirit works in mysterious ways." Current Biography
called Wojtyla "a resilient enemy of Communism and champion of human
rights, a powerful preacher and sophisticated intellectual able to defeat
Marxists in their own line of dialogue." According to George Weigel,
Wojtyla demanded permits to build churches, defended youth groups and ordained
priests to work underground in Czechoslovakia. Wojtyla was once asked if he
feared retribution from government officials. "I'm not afraid of
them," he replied. "They are afraid of me."

In 1969 Wojtyla published The Acting Person, considered his principal
academic work.

In 1978 Wojtyla became Pope John Paul II. He is said to have wept that day,
October 16th, and to have put his head in his hands. Becoming Pope is "a
clear cut off from one's previous life, with no possible return," one
biographer wrote.

In 1979 John Paul II made his first trip to Poland as pope. Within a year,
Polish tradesmen formed the now-famous Solidarity labor union, headed by Lech
Walesa. The pope received Walesa at the Vatican in 1981.

Yet can the current unbind their full strength?
It is he who carries that strength in his hands:
the worker.
—"Material"

On May 13, 1981 John Paul II was shot and severely wounded in an attempted
assassination by Mehmet Ali Agca. [In another improbable parallel, Ronald Reagan
was also shot and severely wounded by another disturbed assassin, John Hinckley
Jr., on March 30, 1981.]

In 1982 the pope and Ronald Reagan first met, in the Vatican. According to TimeMagazine they agreed "to undertake a clandestine campaign to hasten
the dissolution of the communist empire. ... The operation was focused on Poland
... Both the pope and the president were convinced that Poland could be broken
out of the Soviet orbit if the Vatican and the United States committed their
resources to destabilizing the Polish government and keeping the outlawed
Solidarity movement alive after the declaration of martial law in 1981."
According to UPI: "Thus began a series of unofficial, intermittent contacts
that some writers and historians have elevated to the status of holy alliance,
while others have denied almost their very existence."

Hands are the heart's landscape. They split sometimes
like ravines into which an undefined force rolls.
The very same hands which man only opens
when his palms have had their fill of toil.
Now he sees: because of him alone others can walk in peace.
—"Material"

In 1983 the pope returned to Poland for a second visit. Walesa, who later
became the president of Poland, said John Paul II deserves "the greater
credit" for the end of communism in Poland: "At the moment when the
pope was elected, I think I had, at the most, 20 people that were around me and
supported me — and there were 40 million Polish people in the country. However
... a year after (the pope's) visit to Poland, I had 10 million supporters and
suddenly we had so many people willing to join the movement. ... I compare this
to the miracle of the multiplication of bread in the desert."

1
Listen: the even knocking of hammers,
so much their own,
I project on to the people
to test the strength of each blow.
Listen now: electric current
cuts through a river of rock.
And a thought grows in me day after day:
the greatness of work is inside man.
Hard and cracked
his hand is differently charged
by the hammer
and thought differently unravels in stone
as human energy splits from the strength of stone
cutting the bloodstream, an artery
in the right place.
Look, how love feeds
on this well-grounded anger
which flows in to people's breath
as a river bent by the wind,
and which is never spoken, but just breaks high vocal cords.
Passers-by scuttle off into doorways,
someone whispers: "Yet here is a great force."
Fear not. Man's daily deeds have a wide span,
a strait riverbed can't imprison them long.
Fear not. For centuries they all stand in Him,
and you look at Him now
through the even knocking of hammers.

2

Bound are the blocks of stone, the low-voltage wire
cuts deep in their flesh, an invisible whip—
stones know this violence.
When an elusive blast rips their ripe compactness
and tears them from their eternal simplicity,
the stones know this violence.
Yet can the current unbind their full strength?
It is he who carries that strength in his hands:
the worker.

3

Hands are the heart's landscape. They split sometimes
like ravines into which an undefined force rolls.
The very same hands which man only opens
when his palms have had their fill of toil.
Now he sees: because of him alone others can walk in peace.
Hands are a landscape. When they split, the pain of their sores
surges free as a stream.
But no thought of pain—
no grandeur in pain alone.
For his own grandeur he does not know how to name.

4

No, not just hands drooping with the hammer's weight,
not the taut torso, muscles shaping their own style,
but thought informing his work,
deep, knotted in wrinkles on his brow,
and over his head, joined in a sharp arc, shoulders and veins vaulted.
So for a moment he is a Gothic building
cut by a vertical thought born in the eyes.
No, not a profile alone,
not a mere figure between God and the stone,
sentenced to grandeur and error.

Man of Destinyan elegy for John Paul IIby Joe M. Ruggier

He was mighty. He was strong—a Super-Power ...
He was a Pillar of the Faith, a Tower.
He lasted longer than any Pope but two.
He rent the Iron Curtain, adored the Poor.
He adored Youth; Youth adored Him.
He honored Suffering. He was likewise gentle
with the ignorant ... yet He was worthy of the name
of "intellectual", "man of letters".
He had mastered the Art of body-communication
arising from His genuine theatrical flair—
a dramatist's unerring sense of timing—
conveying innermost Spirit through outward stance.
He was of all the Popes the most widely-traveled
with a reputation for building community
wherever He landed ... His Parish the wide, wide Earth!
He honored five hundred Saints and thrice as many
"Beati", whose glorious ranks He yet may join,
as Time confirms His Holiness ...
a total Man of colossal Honor and Integrity—
"breadwinner" to all the Church. Yet He was gentle
and forbearing with me, a total stranger:
He noticed my writings, however insanely busy ...
and often sent me gracious acknowledgments—
the last received mere days before He died.
The mere touch of His words, as of Christ's garment,
was enough ... allowing me to use Him to grow.
He bore my insults for the Gospel
with a genuine forbearance,
passing them over with a heroic Silence
and always pointing only to what was positive.
May His shining Spirit embrace and shield me always
to inspire and to bless me and encourage me!
May the Father reward Him richly; the Son
confirm the task well-done; and may the Spirit
spread His influence throughout the Ages
through all the Saints He honored, as He tried hard
to build bridges between Heaven and Earth.